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Arthur sat in his parlor, staring at the rain pouring down.  He wouldn't ever admit it, but he missed that bloody frog.  Slowly his hand reached for the telephone, but it never made it.  He needed Francis, though he wouldn't ever say it.  Needed him to smirk at Arthur, insult his cooking, tell him how big his eyebrows were.  He needed his older brother. Francis remembered.  He remembered when Arthur was still his little brother, and they still laughed together, and everything was simple and good.  His life had been so empty before that, just like it was now.  Arthur had always pretended that the French lullabies Francis sang him to sleep wit

They don't throw their garbage away. They make it into Nick Fury. As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a Hetalia. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to Iron Man. What do you want to marry Yoda for, anyhow? Lions and tigers and Robin Hood, oh my! First rule of Ego Club is - you do not talk about Ego Club. They may take away our Feliciano Vargas, but they'll never take our freedom! Houston, we have a Francis Bonnefoy. I found these on a quote generator site and couldn't stop laughing!